Jul. 4, 1941
My Dearest Steven,
If I think about anything other than our time together it is an anomaly. Truly, I believe you should be quite ill to know what I genuinely recollect on the daily of our relationship.
Perhaps I overstep in writing as much to you, but I am not sure I can go on not knowing if we are kindred spirits in that which I have expressed.
At first, it wasn't quite so often, maybe due to my willpower to think of anything else... I should not feign to understand the inner machinations of the mind. Do enlighten me, though, if you are dealing with the same conundrum as I am.
Ever Faithfully Yours,
James
P.S. I wish you the happiest birthday of all, even while I remain too far to tell you as much in person on this very day.
YOU ARE READING
ALWAYS, JAMES
RomanceA true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him ☆ in which a soldier realizes he is in love with a friend after a war begins to be read in tandem with 'yours, steven' ★ installment 1 of 3...
